People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

[It’s too late, just use it as an anti-theft stamp. It will be refreshed in about an hour]

The sun is rising.

Hong Family Courtyard.

The handsome young man stood in the middle of the martial arts training ground in the courtyard, holding a horizontal sword and sweating slightly on his forehead.

"No...no, still wrong!"

"The breathing is disordered, the blood is surging uncontrollably, and the internal organs are like being roasted on fire. No wonder he is possessed."

Hong Xuan noticed something strange and quickly stopped practicing.

"Whoo~"

Taking a deep breath to dispel the impetuousness in his heart, Hong Xuan recited silently:

"Hurry is not enough."

He closed his eyes and recalled in his mind the tips taught by Master Li: "The Five Elements Hell Demon Sword has five characteristics: the sharpness of gold, the curvature of wood, the flexibility of water, the violence of fire, and the thickness of earth. But the five characteristics It is not an independent and divided existence.”

The figure of Master Li demonstrating sword skills is clearly visible in his mind. The movements are obviously exactly the same as those practiced by Hong Xuan, but they have a bit more indescribable charm.

"The five elements are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other, and the sword technique combines hardness and softness."

Hong Xuanxin has some understanding.

He slowly opened his eyes, took a few steps forward, and walked to a round stone bench.

"Whoo~"

Hong Xuan adjusted his breathing again and held the knife with both hands.

Take out the knife and cut diagonally.

The blade passed silently across the hard marble stone pier.

A corner of the stone pier slipped.

The cut surface is smooth as a mirror.

The same knife could only break a stone before, but the tiger's mouth was shocked and painful.

"Ha~"

Hong Xuan opened his mouth and breathed out steaming white mist.

"That's it!"

Hong Xuan was delighted.

"Gold is born from the earth, and the thickness of the soil controls the sharpness of the metal. So cutting through the stone mound is like cutting butter."

"Fire overcomes metal, using the violence of fire to offset the sharpness of metal. Therefore, the backlash when closing the sword is gone, and the tiger's mouth no longer hurts."

"Ugh~ I almost lost the face of the time traveler."

The corners of Hong Xuan's mouth curled up, and his eyes were filled with brilliance.

That's right, he is a time traveler.

The original owner was the third son and second son of the Hong family in Dasheng Township, Hong County, Qin State. He was the third male in the family. He went crazy while practicing martial arts and died.

Hong Xuan, who was helping his female colleague repair a light bulb and was electrocuted, had his soul pass through the original owner.

Depressed... I should have talked about life first before fixing the light bulb.

Brother cute, a bloody lesson!

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye.

Healing.

Relying on the memories left by the original owner and being cautious, Hong Xuan gradually adapted to the different world.

This world is completely different from the world before time travel. There is no mobile phone WiFi, but there is——

The human-eating demon.

The seductive ghost.

The warrior who smashed the mountain with one punch.

The swordsman who cuts the river with one sword.

A qigong practitioner who flies into the sky and escapes from the earth.

Hong Xuan is a warrior, eighth grade.

Warriors temper their muscles, bones, and flesh, strengthen their bodies, and energize their qi and blood.

Don’t cultivate your soul.

Human cultivators are divided into ninth grade and super grade.

Among them: the ninth to seventh grades are [lower third grade], the sixth to fourth grades are [middle third grade], and the third to first grade are [upper third grade].

Every third level is a big ladder, and the higher you go, the harder it is to advance.

Hong Xuan knew very little about super cultivators.

All I know is that the gap between Super Grade and Ninth Grade is like a cloud and mud, beyond imagination.

Sudden.

Noise, mixed with faint sobs floated into his ears, his thoughts were interrupted, and Hong Xuan was slightly annoyed.

frown.

"Go and see what's going on."

"Yes."

Zhao Jia, the servant who was standing by, said immediately.

sidelines.

The waiting maids immediately took action.

Amber picked up the kettle and poured water into the washbasin. Liuli soaked the towel, wrung it out, spread it out, and held it in both hands.

Hong Xuan took the warm towel and wiped his face.

Liuli took the used towel.At this time, Pearl served freshly brewed hot tea.

Take a sip,

Hot tea enters the throat.

Comfortable~

At first, Hong Xuan couldn't adapt.As a result, the three little maids hugged each other and cried secretly, thinking that Hong Xuan didn't want them anymore.

Hong Xuan couldn't laugh or cry, so he was "forced" to accept the "degenerate" life of a young master.

Gu</span>I have to say that this kind of service is pretty good.

moment.

Zhao Jia returned to the other courtyard.

He reported back:

"Xiucai Zhao was bitten by a venomous snake of a different species. The wife of the Zhao family came to the village to seek medicine, but was kicked out by Manager Zhao."

"Zhao Xiucai..."

A figure appeared in Hong Xuan's mind: tall and thin, wearing a patched but clean gown, always with a warm smile on his face.

A noble but not pedantic scholar.

Eighth grade scholar.

With a thought in his heart, Hong Xuan went back to the house to get some antidote pills and a snake tongue orchid, and walked straight out.

The servants Zhao Jia and Zhao Yi looked at each other and followed them with a wry smile.

far away.

Hong Xuan saw several servant girls gathered around, pointing and pushing at a woman.

Seeing Hong Xuan coming this way, the servants and women immediately dispersed.There was only one woman standing alone under the wall of the Hong family.

"Is this the Zhao family?"

Hong Xuan thought to himself.

Twenty years old.

He was dressed in coarse gray clothes and his hair was messy.

Head down.

Can't see facial features clearly.

Hong Xuan walked over slowly.

Zhao lowered her head and kneaded the corners of her clothes with both hands.

"Zhao family?" Hong Xuan asked.

"Yes, yes, I am exactly right."

Zhao's voice trembled slightly.

"What elixir does your husband need?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Zhao suddenly raised her head and looked at Hong Xuan blankly, and two lines of pure tears fell silently.

She has a beautiful face, her skin is like cream, and her eyes red from crying are pitiful and pitiful.

moment.

I groaned in my heart.

Even though he was born in the Internet age with information explosion, Hong Xuan still has to say "good-looking".If it weren't for the hundreds of gigabytes of textbooks on the hard drive, Hong Xuan might have lost his composure.

"Detoxification pill... Doctor Lu said I only need one detoxification pill."

Sudden.

Mrs. Zhao straightened up and knelt down.

"I beg you, Master Hong, to have mercy and save my husband. I will work for you in this life and the next!"

Done.

He knocked his head three times.

In fact, Hong Xuan was a bit at a loss for this scene. Being kowtowed to him was like being served by someone with clothes on his back, food in his hand, food in his hand, and his mouth open. It was also the first time in his life that a big girl was sitting in a sedan chair.

Hong Xuan recalled the old master's behavior and said:

"The Hong family has enough cattle and horses, we don't need any."

"lead the way."

The tone was as cold as ice.

Zhao Family Village.

It is only three or four miles away from the Hong family, and [-]% of the village is Hong family tenants.Zhao Xiucai's home is on the hillside.

Three thatched huts side by side.

There is a small yard in front of the house, and the bamboo fence is covered with feather-leaf cypress.Onions, garlic, leeks, radishes, cabbage... are grown lushly on the vegetable bed.

A path paved with blue cobblestones leads to the middle hall.

"Master, please come inside."

Mrs. Zhao pushed open the firewood door with a reserved voice.

Hong Xuan walked inside and glanced at the vegetable patch.Born in a rural area, he also has a small yard like this at home, where he grows several rows of vegetables.

In August, Hong Xuan likes to fill the vegetable patch with crickets.

But there's something wrong... right in front of me.

What is missing?

When I walked to the main room, a strong medicinal smell wafted out from the crack in the door.

Hong Xuan frowned and covered his mouth and nose with a look of disgust.

Zhao Xiucai was placed in the west wing bedroom.

Enter the house.

Young Zhao Xiucai was lying on the bed, his face pale and covered with a thin quilt.

Mrs. Zhao quickly stepped forward, with infinite affection in her eyes, and touched Zhao Xiucai's face.

"Xiang Gong~"

Regarding the scene of deep love between husband and wife before him, Hong Xuan still behaved quite indifferently, his eyes falling on the simple objects in the room.

After a while.

Mrs. Zhao wiped her tears, put her hands on her lower abdomen, bowed her head and curtsied and said:

"My concubine is rude."

"Please Master Hong, please save my husband."

I don't know if it's because of the light, but Zhao... is even more charming.